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slices of life: Returning home

My husband and I recently indulged in a couple of days away as a couple to celebrate our anniversary. When we partake on such expeditions, which isn't often, we both understand the significance of the outcome. That is, the outcome upon returning home to a house inhabited by our three sons — some official adults; some nearly so.

Oh, we know they try. They even keep tabs on the exact timing of our return so they can make an attempt at a cleanup. We appreciate their efforts. But we also fully appreciate there will be disarray. And a surprise or three. Sometimes the surprises are even good ones. They did not disappoint.

First, the disarray:

Of the three bathrooms they had access to (this does not include the backyard), only one was left with shreds of toilet paper. In the other two, they'd been using facial tissues as a backup.

The paper towels were depleted as well. I only hope they didn't flush them. Fearing the answer, I didn't ask.

Nerf bullets were scattered on the floor. It was no surprise. Thankfully, there was no blood. Nerf bullets typically do not produce blood.

It only follows we were out of food. Imagine life without frozen pizza. They'd been forced to make their own omelets. After the eggs ran out, they'd been relying on peanut butter for sustenance and we were even depleted of that. Living conditions for them had become pretty dire.

There was a broken light bulb in the bathroom garbage can. Unfortunately, I discovered it when my foot discovered a shard of errant light bulb glass on the floor. Ouch!

The bulb in question came from a ceiling fan above our bed. I don't even want to speculate as to how it became broken, but it's safe to say a Nerf bullet couldn't do that sort of damage.

One of our bed pillows was missing. Gone. How does one lose a full-sized bed pillow? I've yet to find the answer (or the pillow).

Now, for the surprises:

The cat treats were all gone (not much of a surprise). To their credit, they'd been treating the cats with a backup: tuna. Further to their credit, they did have the tuna can carefully covered with plastic wrap and in the fridge.

The lawn was freshly mowed. Their dad was mowed over by that. They hadn't run over any of my gardens, which in turn mowed me over.

The sink was empty of dishes — because they'd loaded them into the dishwasher! And they are very good — talented even — at dirtying dishes in extremely large numbers, so this was no small feat.

Some would call it ill-advised to leave three young men in charge of the household for a couple of days. They'd probably be right. But, it was our anniversary and sometimes an anniversary trumps a house of disarray because disarray can be arrayed, but an anniversary can't be rearranged. It only comes around about once a year and if you miss it you lose it.

Sort of like that one bed pillow.

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